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0ceanofdarkness:

thatravenclawbitch:

spottytonguedog:

OMG ok so…leave it to Rumple to outfit her with CROCODILES. When she’s hanging out with Hook. That’s actually really freaking hysterical.

I AM DYING!!!! Rumple you sassy bitch!
Also, kudos to the costume department for thinking of EVERYTHING even when it doesn’t get screen time.

0ceanofdarkness:

thatravenclawbitch:

spottytonguedog:

OMG ok so…leave it to Rumple to outfit her with CROCODILES. When she’s hanging out with Hook. That’s actually really freaking hysterical.

I AM DYING!!!! Rumple you sassy bitch!

Also, kudos to the costume department for thinking of EVERYTHING even when it doesn’t get screen time.

magicalmelodiesofhamelin:

Piper walked around the basement, it wasn’t as dark and gloomy as she had imagined, but it still seemed a bit unwelcome to her. Cobwebs, spiders, and judging by the traps, a few rats called it their home. She stood still listening for a bit, starting to question if this school really was haunted.
"Hello?" She called out again, getting only the vibration of her cell phone as a reply.
This, of course, made her jump and let out a small shriek. She had to thank god that no one could hear her down there and read the message, from another unknown number. Piper felt her blood run cold, “H-How…?” She quickly typed back.
Who are you? How did you get my number?

Rum kept his hand clenched around the phone. He had to hold it close in case its light might peek through the gaps in the closet’s doorway. When her reply came through, it felt cruel to not give her a little something. And he definitely had to get her to leave the basement. But every tap on the phone’s screen seemed loud to him. Best to go with a short message.
Tell you later.

magicalmelodiesofhamelin:

Piper walked around the basement, it wasn’t as dark and gloomy as she had imagined, but it still seemed a bit unwelcome to her. Cobwebs, spiders, and judging by the traps, a few rats called it their home. She stood still listening for a bit, starting to question if this school really was haunted.

"Hello?" She called out again, getting only the vibration of her cell phone as a reply.

This, of course, made her jump and let out a small shriek. She had to thank god that no one could hear her down there and read the message, from another unknown number. Piper felt her blood run cold, “H-How…?” She quickly typed back.

Who are you? How did you get my number?

Rum kept his hand clenched around the phone. He had to hold it close in case its light might peek through the gaps in the closet’s doorway. When her reply came through, it felt cruel to not give her a little something. And he definitely had to get her to leave the basement. But every tap on the phone’s screen seemed loud to him. Best to go with a short message.

Tell you later.

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The Dragons trade//closed//I’m-not-a-what

dragonessofthesouth:

Azar couldn’t help the large grin that spread across her face, the sharp teeth giving her a demonic look, taking satisfaction that she took the Dark One of all beings by surprise. She quite enjoyed humans reactions to her own human form, particularly when she decided to remain unclothes. Strange creatures, so weirdly shamed about their nudity.

"Is it?" she tilted her head innocently, "I hadn’t really noticed…even in this form my blood runs hotter than most other creatures"

She took the wool cloak anyway, loosely wrapping it around her shoulders, not at all bothered by her naked form. she rose an eyebrow at the Imp,

"You have a strange idea of big, I could barely stretch my wings…not to mention how do you expect to teach me magic if you cut me off from the sky?"

That she had no fear of cold even in the skin of a human had Rumple glancing away with dread. Wonderful. She had the courtesy to accept the clock, at least. But her breasts continued peeking out.

Well, the Dark One wasn’t going to let a little nudity unbalance him. Not if he could help it. “I mean it must seem bigger now that you’ve shrunk down.” A smirk curled his lips. “But of course you won’t have lessons here. I thought you’d appreciate a little respite before exerting yourself again doing … dragon things.”

His fingers twirled, bringing up a small mountain of raw venison, lamb and beef. “Breakfast time! Eat eat eat!”

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"Tell me where it hurts."

goldsdrunkenbeauty:

goldsdrunkenbeauty:

"Ri-right…" Lacey shuddered and rested her hand on her stomach where blood was dripping out of a gaping hole. "Here…" She let out a cry and blinked away tears. "It hurts…. Rumple… It hurts." The brunette whimpered and stared at the ruined white-lace dress. The magic-made wound made her head dizzy from loss of blood and it just wasn’t stopping. "And why won’t it stop bleeding? Why, Rumple?"

"It hurts…" She whispered as more tears fell and her skin turned sickly-pale. "It hurts so bad, Rumple. Make it stop, please tell me you can make it stop?"

It really did hurt and Lacey truly thought she was going to die. Or, at least, until he started to somewhat heal her and she let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Her head was spinning, so dizzy from everything and she saw his image get blurry and started to fade in and out. “Ru-Rumple.. You’re getting all fuzzy on me. Why’re you getting all fuzzy on me?”

He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Lacey or Belle, he was not fucking losing her again!

"Lacey," he said in a raised voice, afraid she was slipping out of consciousness. "You have to stay awake. Stay with me."

The magic was gradually working, but it didn’t feel fast enough. Sweat beaded his forehead with the energy he conducted into the spell. There had to be something else he could do. His mind raced like it was his own life on the line. It sorted through the vast library of magic stored in his head after centuries of research. Something had to keep her alive. Something, something … 

There was one thing to resort to, if he couldn’t heal her quickly enough. But it would mean cursing her. He wasn’t sure either Lacey or Belle could forgive him for that.

"Please, sweetheart. Please hold on." Still putting all his strength into magic, Rumple kissed her.

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"Do I know you?"

reginaqueenmills:

im-not-a-what:

"Perhaps you did. In another time, another life. If you believe in that sort of thing. I’m Mr. Gold."

Regina eyes flashed with well reserved annoyance at his words.  She was very skilled at keeping those kind of emotions at bay in this life.  He was smiling at her, but there was a lot of other things behind that smile and it made her a little uncomfortable.  For some reason, she felt as if he knew something that she didn’t.

“I wouldn’t know,” she answered simply and took another sip of her own drink.  She lifted her eyes once again and huffed lightly.  “Well, doesn’t one that is of a lower social status do that toward someone who is above them in order to get something done?  It’s not that surprising,” she told him flatly and her face softened the moment that he offered her the box.  “I,” she stared at the box and looked down at it as he placed it in his lap.  “No, not really and you need not give me gifts. I have all that I need, to be honest.”  However, at the mention of him, well anyone remembering that she had a birthday…she actually smiled and took the box.  She immediately opened it.  Her eyes seemed to glaze over, almost falling instantly in love with the piece.  The former queen had been a sucker for the glittery finer things in life.  “I guess would be and it’s quite striking…”  Regina faintly swallowed and looked back at him.  “It appears from this gift, that you  want something from me…certainly not the other way around.”

She was quite on her guard. Was it because of his own behavior, or her role as mayor and the perils that came with it? Or was her suppressed memory doing more to fight against the curse than he expected? Gold was simultaneously tempted to soothe her fears and aggravate them. His life would be easier for the curse’s duration that Regina remain oblivious to their true past. Then again, little was more entertaining than an agitated Regina.

He offered no answer to her first response; the gift itself brought up enough questions. It might have touched him a little how surprised she was, and how easily she dismissed the importance of something personal like her own birthday. He had expected her to relish the attention and declare it well-deserved. Apparently he had truly blindsided her on this. Her smile spoke of genuine joy, not haughty triumph.

Well, too late to reconsider the act. Mr. Gold enjoyed a little triumph himself at Regina’s bedazzled look when she opened the box.

"That may be," he finally conceded, "but I also felt this piece needed a home. When I saw your magnificent apple tree, I realized where it ought to go." Gold stood, came over and carefully removed the necklace from the box. It was simple yet fashionable. A real gold chain and pendant, the latter molded in an apple’s shape. A diamond set in the apple’s right side made it seem as though someone had taken a bite out of the fruit.

The pawnbroker held up the necklace. “Shall I help you put it on?”

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viridisalae:

Tinkerbell was really unsure about this and about how Baelfire would react but she had entered into this agreement to help him and in the back of her mind she was either going to die by his hand or Peter’s for doing this so it wasn’t really that much of a difference. She nodded and stood, making her way over to the boy.
"Out here alone, dear boy?" Tinkerbell asked casually with a warm smile on her face, Baelfire seemed surprised to see her there and rightly so, the watering hole wasn’t usually one of her haunts.
"What are you doing here, Tink?"
The first thought was to lie but even without her wings lying was not something that came easy to her. She ruffled Bae’s hair and smiled. “Something I hope you’ll one day forgive me for.” Her eyes moved back over to the space where The Dark One was hiding, hopefully he would take the lead and come out otherwise they might not get another go.

Bae was already on alert. His boy was too smart to think the fairy was here for her own amusement. Rumple felt a swell of pride, then dread.
There also came a pang of envy watching Tink pet Bae’s hair, like Rumple had done long ago. He was almost sick with longing. Would Bae ever let him touch him like that? Not now, certainly. Maybe in future, if Rumple didn’t botch things up this time.
The interaction was graciously short, and Rumple knew he was indebted to Tink. Oh, he loathed having to deal with any fairy. A deal was a deal, though. And perhaps he owed her not just for her direct assistance, but also for looking out for Bae with what little freedom she had in Neverland.
It was hard to fault her for that rather dour segue to his entrance. Very similar words went through his head right before he stepped into the open. Rumple decided to go slowly, although he thought for sure Baelfire would flee. He approached the pair but left a good five feet between him and them. The proximity still afforded him a good view of his son. Any closer and Rumple might have started shaking with relief and remorse.
"Bae." The name came out of a broken smile.

viridisalae:

Tinkerbell was really unsure about this and about how Baelfire would react but she had entered into this agreement to help him and in the back of her mind she was either going to die by his hand or Peter’s for doing this so it wasn’t really that much of a difference. She nodded and stood, making her way over to the boy.

"Out here alone, dear boy?" Tinkerbell asked casually with a warm smile on her face, Baelfire seemed surprised to see her there and rightly so, the watering hole wasn’t usually one of her haunts.

"What are you doing here, Tink?"

The first thought was to lie but even without her wings lying was not something that came easy to her. She ruffled Bae’s hair and smiled. “Something I hope you’ll one day forgive me for.” Her eyes moved back over to the space where The Dark One was hiding, hopefully he would take the lead and come out otherwise they might not get another go.

Bae was already on alert. His boy was too smart to think the fairy was here for her own amusement. Rumple felt a swell of pride, then dread.

There also came a pang of envy watching Tink pet Bae’s hair, like Rumple had done long ago. He was almost sick with longing. Would Bae ever let him touch him like that? Not now, certainly. Maybe in future, if Rumple didn’t botch things up this time.

The interaction was graciously short, and Rumple knew he was indebted to Tink. Oh, he loathed having to deal with any fairy. A deal was a deal, though. And perhaps he owed her not just for her direct assistance, but also for looking out for Bae with what little freedom she had in Neverland.

It was hard to fault her for that rather dour segue to his entrance. Very similar words went through his head right before he stepped into the open. Rumple decided to go slowly, although he thought for sure Baelfire would flee. He approached the pair but left a good five feet between him and them. The proximity still afforded him a good view of his son. Any closer and Rumple might have started shaking with relief and remorse.

"Bae." The name came out of a broken smile.